Miss Witch's Speed ​​Run Manual

Goodwin was sweating profusely. She stopped rubbing the hemp rope in her hand, fearing that the other party would discover her little action.

The girl just glanced at it and then slowly closed her eyes.

A few seconds later, the red-haired girl opened her eyes again, and the murderous intent in her eyes disappeared in an instant, replaced by confusion and vigilance.

Goodwin saw the girl move back slightly and glance at the hanging person with some fear in her eyes. It was not until she heard a knock on the door from behind that the girl's expression gradually calmed down.

How is this going……

The girl's unusual behavior gave Goodwin a chill. After just closing her eyes for a few seconds, the girl's behavior became completely different, as if her soul or memory had been replaced.

The wooden door was opened, and the girl began to look down at the notebook she had just been writing. While they were talking, Goodwin quietly started to grind the rough hemp rope with a stone chip.

Under the constant shaking, the hemp rope had completely rubbed her wrists, tearing the skin and revealing the pink flesh.

But even so, Goodwin did not dare to stop, because she noticed that after the girl finished reading what she had written in the notebook, she seemed to have recovered her memory and her eyes gradually became terrifying.

The tinnitus caused by fear prevented Goodwin from hearing the subsequent conversation between the girl and the cultist. Now her whole body and mind were almost focused on the stone in her hand. Slowly, she cut one of the strands of the twisted hemp rope.

It can be done...it can be done...

Just when Goodwin felt a little relieved, she saw the girl called "Lady Charles" leading the cultist, walking step by step towards the fat man on Goodwin's far right.

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The rope hanging the fat man suddenly broke, and a white shadow was hanging on the rope, swaying gently with the shaking of the hemp rope.

Two white figures forced the dazed fat man to his knees. The girl holding a carving knife stood in front of him and said expressionlessly, "Next, I'll ask you a question, and you answer it. Don't talk nonsense."

The rag in his mouth was also pulled out by a white shadow. The fat man was shaking and tears were already streaming down his face.

"Don't... don't kill me. I'll give it all to you. I'll give you all my money..."

Before the fat man could finish his words, a white shadow grabbed his throat and shut him up.

"Five days ago, what were you doing?"

The red-haired girl asked coldly, holding a carving knife.

The hand that was strangling the fat man was released, and the fat man, sweating profusely, said tremblingly: "I... I..."

Because he was too frightened, the fat man couldn't recall what he was doing five days ago. After stuttering for a few seconds, he finally said, "I went to the banquet hosted by Lord Opold..."

"and then?"

The girl continued to ask.

"Because something happened on the way, I went home first..."

Before the fat man finished speaking, the man standing behind the girl, looking at the cultist transcendent who was not much older than the little girl, slowly said: "This is a lie, Lord Charles."

"No...no...don't, I say! I say!"

The fat man's hand was pulled out directly by two white shadows.

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The sharp carving knife pierced through his palm directly, and blood splashed onto the ground along the crack.

"Ahhhhh!!!"

The tragic howls resounded throughout the entire underground dark room, and almost everyone who saw this scene felt a chill in their hearts.

They are indeed cultists... They have no humanity at all.

This is the first thought in almost everyone's mind.

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Chapter 146 Orlando Republican Army.

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Charles slowly pulled out the carving knife and looked at the fat grain merchant in front of him expressionlessly.

All those arrested came from different forces and might even have different beliefs, but they all may have some connection with the terrorist attack five days ago, or they may know information about the terrorist attack.

The purpose of the simulation, Charles, was to obtain information quickly, so he chose this simple and crude method, even though the city of Burren would fall into a semi-paralyzed state after these people died.

"What were you doing 5 days ago?"

Charles spoke slowly, repeating what he had just asked.

"I……"

After swallowing hard, the fat grain merchant spoke tremblingly, "After the banquet, I spent the entire night with Chief Chamberlain's wife... and I returned home the next day. I'm absolutely not lying!"

The fat man spoke in panic, while John Chamberlain, who was hanging above, looked at the fat man kneeling on his right with a look of shock, his face full of disbelief.

"This is a lie."

Tara's voice sounded beside Charles.

At this time, Charles narrowed his eyes slightly, retracted the carving knife, and glanced in the direction of Tara.

Tara seemed to understand what Charles meant. She took a step forward and raised her hand. Several white shadows pressed their hands on the fat man's head.

"What are you going to do?"

Beads of sweat the size of beans oozed out of the fat man's forehead. The fact that he would rather lie than do so in such a situation meant that he must have a secret that he would rather die than reveal.

Charles's ability is limited, he can only make people die. This time he did not use the "Coroner" save file to log in, so he can only hand over the matter to more professional people.

With Tara present, Charles didn't worry at all about any collusion or lies. These little clever tricks seemed particularly ridiculous in the face of absolute supernatural power.

"Believe in the Mother Goddess."

Tara slowly clenched her hands, and when she mentioned the Mother Goddess, a happy smile appeared on her face.

The white shadows who maintained the same action as Tara burst out with incandescent flames. The fat man, who was just an ordinary person, had a panicked look in his eyes that instantly became clear. Without even waiting for Tara to start reciting the prayer, he bent down and put his forehead directly on the ground.

"The Mother Goddess is above."

Fatty Balfour said in a low voice.

"You will give everything for the Mother Goddess, right?"

Tara continued to strengthen the impression in Balfour's mind, making the brainwashing more thorough.

Although this will completely destroy Balfour's spirit, it can turn him into an obedient puppet in a short period of time.

5 days ago...the attack?

it's over...

Goodwin looked at the grain merchant who had been completely brainwashed, and she quickly accelerated the movement of cutting the rope in her hands.

Even if she died, she didn't want to be brainwashed and become a lackey of the cult.

Just freeing up my hands...

"Come on, tell me now, what is your connection to what happened five days ago?"

After the forced brainwashing took effect, Tara looked at Balfour in front of her and asked.

After a brief silence, Balfour slowly spoke, "I had no idea about the banquet attack, but the day before the banquet, I received a commission from the Grain Import and Export Association to deposit 1 Soviet pounds into an anonymous bank account."

"Before the banquet attack, I happened to be out with Mrs. Chamberlain for a while. When we were about to return to the banquet after the event, I saw the attack... I should have been on the original attack list."

"At that time, I knew I was being used as a tool and was going to be silenced. So I spent that time hiding and liquidating my assets, preparing to escape to the other side of the ocean by boat, hiding my identity and becoming a pioneer, and re-establishing prices by trading cotton."

Grain Import and Export Association?

Charles remembered this name.

Although the relationship between the Food Import and Export Association and the attack is still unclear, this is a breakthrough that will prevent Charles from running around like a headless fly.

The most important thing is that she has to find out who wants to send the money and who is the recipient of the money.

After finding out that the transaction was conducted at Charlie Bank, Tara looked back at Charles. After receiving a look of affirmation, Tara said to Balfour in front of her: "Okay, you can go now and forget what happened tonight."

"Yes Master."

Balfour stood up with difficulty, bowed humbly, walked around Charles and Tara, opened the wooden door and left.

Of course, it was impossible for him to walk out of this dungeon. There were dozens of extraordinary people from the Holy Advent Sect waiting outside. This was just a show for the next people to see.

Whether they believe it or not, the gesture must be made.

It's okay to control ordinary people and first and second level transcendents, but when it comes to the third level, even if the Bishop of Radiance comes, he can't guarantee that he can completely brainwash the other party within a few days, not to mention that Charles only has 24 hours of activity time.

If you can get them to cooperate actively, it is better to let them cooperate actively.

Then, Tara did the same thing, cutting John Chamberlain's rope and letting Bai Ying take the rag out of his mouth.

John, the chief municipal council member, seemed to have seen a glimmer of hope for his return alive. Before Charles could ask, he told him everything he knew without waiting for him to ask.

Mayor John wasn't having a good time during this period.

Originally, the development of Burren City was booming. This was all due to the political achievements of John, who was elected as the chief. If he maintained this trend, he would even have the opportunity to receive the Queen's commendation and be awarded the honorary title of knighthood or baron.

This was all thanks to his foresight - he was one of the first people to use trains to transport refugees from Bei'ansu to build railways and factories. The large amount of cheap labor allowed the city of Buren to develop rapidly and also attracted more investment into the city.

But when the "landmine" exploded, the city of Buren was the worst hit.

These days, he has been almost always busy dealing with workers' marches, refugee riots and the Orlando Republican Army terrorist attack. His support rate in the city council has been declining rapidly and is on the verge of no return.

In order to appease the anger of the nobles and wealthy businessmen, he had to order the closure of the Bell Tower Church in the city of Buren and prepare to expel the Church of the Savior Goddess.

Because in the eyes of the nobles and wealthy businessmen, whether it is the Orlando Republican Army, refugees or workers, there is the support of the Savior Goddess Church behind them, and the vast majority of them believe in the Savior Goddess Church.

Since the Savior Goddess Cult cannot escape responsibility, they can only make an example of her.

What no one saw was that just a few days after he forcibly demolished the Bell Tower Church, an extremely serious assassination attempt against the nobles broke out.

"This is definitely the revenge of the Savior Goddess Cult, Your Excellency."

John Chamberlain lowered his head as much as possible and said timidly, "I am not involved in any of the forces."

"Woo!"

While listening to Mayor John's words, High Priest Julis, the only one who was not blindfolded and was about to be questioned next, on John's left, suddenly struggled and shook her head desperately.

Charles glanced at Tara, who nodded at Charles, indicating that Mayor John was telling the truth. Then, Charles said, "Put her down. She seems to have something to say."

Hearing Charles' words, Tara took a step forward, but paused, turned back to look in Charles' direction, half-knelt down, and said, "I'm very sorry, Lord Charles... This is the mistake of your foolish servant."

"Originally, I was aiming to capture the bishop, but she was too cunning. Despite being severely injured, she managed to escape... The 'Radiant Bishop's' abilities are truly perfect for escape. I have no intention of exonerating myself. I am willing to accept any punishment."

Tara's face was filled with shame. After hearing this, Charles finally understood why Julis was captured.

It seems that since they couldn't catch Xio, they caught Julis to make up the number, right?

This Julis is so unlucky, she is always the one who gets caught.

However, if the bishop of the Savior Goddess Church has not been captured, capturing the high priest is indeed the best option. Apart from the bishop, the high priest in front of him knows more.

Charles and Julis were one-sided "old acquaintances". Charles had many ways to make Julis listen to him, but in this situation, Charles' previous methods might not be useful.

At this time, Tara just took off the cloth stuffed in Yulis's mouth. Yulis, who could speak, fell to the ground and quickly turned her face towards Mayor John with a rare anger on her face.

"This matter has absolutely nothing to do with the Church of the Savior Goddess! The Church would never do such a thing as to put others in pain!"

Julis spoke angrily, almost forgetting that she was still in the territory of the Holy Advent Sect.

The Savior Goddess Church is her bottom line, and she absolutely cannot tolerate anyone slandering the Savior Goddess Church.

But after hearing what Julis said, John directly retorted: "How could it not be you! You didn't help support the workers' march? You didn't threaten the director of the banknote printing factory? I get it... Your Excellencies, the Savior Goddess's workhouse in Bei'ansu must have been burned down, and they're retaliating like this!"

"This is completely different! Even if the Ansu government forbids us from providing aid to Beiansu, we will take other measures. Assassination is impossible!"

Julis protested fiercely, but no matter how she argued, it seemed as if the Savior Goddess Cult was inextricably linked to this matter.

However, looking at Julis's appearance, she seemed to be just unconditionally protecting the Savior Goddess Church, but she had no idea what their top leaders had done.

After all, in the Holy Advent sect, a priest is completely unable to know the secrets and actions of the higher-ups. At least one has to be in a position like the Archbishop to know some unknown information.

Grain Import and Export Association, Savior Goddess Cult...

Neither of these two suspects was ruled out, and Charles kept them in mind.

"John, you can go now."

Ciel waved his hand gently.

It seems that the mayor is indeed caught in the middle and has no way to control the situation. In this case, just brainwash him and let him go, and let him continue to collect intelligence for you, just like what we did with the fat businessman just now, and let them become the minions of the Holy Advent Sect.